You go to shows to make money and pay the rent. It’s intense and a bizarre way to earn a living. In production most of the year and then rolling the dice for the big payoff.

The show has been incredible this year and I can’t deny it. But something bigger than having a good show has happened for me this year.

It makes sense. All of it. The hours, the stress, the late nights……are because I love this.

For every hat that is tried on, for every knitter that has the perfect project for my yarn, my heart grows just a little bit bigger. I have an incredible sense of pride in how much happiness my small items can bring to people and this year it all came together like a giant fuzzy hug.

So, I did not knit anything last night when I came home. I did not spin. We had a nice late dinner and talked about the show. I read some beautiful emails. Even went to bed early.

Sweet.